Tears
November25
Sorrow is the black of the coal dust
It tastes like a thousand tears
It smells like the darkened coal dust on the path home
It feels like the searing pain of work and no sleep
It sounds like the screaming of a thousand men shouting for rebellion
It looks like the black, powder, on the streets to the hob
Sadness is as black as the night skies
Very good visuals, makes me think of when Kattni’s Dad died. Coal and tears made it seem like there great elements to write together.
Your poem is dark but beautiful. I can smell, taste, & feel the sadness….Mom